Chapter 87

Alex had to admit that maybe “killing” Kamala in front of Bob wasn’t the best thing to do. But he needed to make a point. It’s not like she was really dead anyway. While he was residing in the duke’s castle, he came across a life potion. A potion that can prevent you from dying within a certain time frame of injecting the potion into your body.

As Alex had Kamala in his possession, he injected her with the potion. It not only weakened her and made it nearly impossible for her to fight him, but it also made it that much easier to snap her neck. The look on Bob’s face showed pure pain as he watched this dirtball nearly crumble to the ground in a broken mess.

It didn’t take much for Alex to realize there was some kind of relationship between him and this dark-furred wolf. She was also obviously a friend of Deonna, so he figured he could kill two birds with one stone. This will bring Deonna out of hiding and it will get Bob to fight him for real this time.

Kamala was due to wake up within a couple of hours, which would be plenty of time to bring her to where he needed to bring her. Once he got her there, he knew Bob wouldn’t be far behind. Even if Bob didn’t see the direction they went, he would know for sure where Alex was headed.

The river’s creek was Alex’s go-to spot. Ever since he was a child and his mother, Ashley, brought them there for the first time. This was her favorite area; she brought Alex there a lot and Bob only sometimes.

She always said it was her place to get away from it all, and by “all” she meant Marlon. That much was obvious, even at a young age. Alex could see how much Ashely dreaded being married to Marlon. The happiness that once lingered in her eyes was nearly drained away; the only shed of happiness she felt was when she was at the river’s creek. That was the only time Alex saw her truly happy.

Ashely would bring him to the creek during their hunts together. Well, he was too young to hunt so she would hunt, and he would wait for her by the creek. Once she finished hunting, she would bring him food and they would eat together. Then they would go swimming and enjoy some laughs and much-needed time together.

Alex knew that his mother didn’t want to return to the manor most of the time, but she always did. She went back because she knew that if she didn’t, it would stand in the way of Alex becoming the sole heir.

She would never stand in the way of something like that. Even if it meant living a life of misery; she would do that for her sons.

The day she died was one of the worst nights of Alex’s life. He remembered walking into their bedroom and seeing the knife in her chest. It was a kitchen knife and it dug right into her heart; her blond hair fell messily around her pale features; her eyes were slightly open and her mouth was hanging open as though she was screaming right before she died. She wore a light pink nightgown because it was early that morning.

Marlon had said that he didn’t go to bed that night because he was too busy working in his study. The timestamp on his reports revealed that he was being truthful; they later found out that it was one of their kitchen maids that killed her. She was apparently in love with Marlon and found Ashely to be an obvious threat.

She snuck into their bedroom late at night and stabbed her several times in the chest until Ashely was no longer screaming. Alex couldn’t believe that he didn’t hear a sound coming from their room. Then again, he was still so young and at that age, he was a deep sleeper.

Bob claimed he heard the screaming but didn’t think much about it. He assumed their father was punishing the help again. Which made sense because they would often hear screaming coming from the workers when they were being punished by Marlon.

When they cremated Ashely’s body, Alex sprinkled her across the river’s creek because he knew that’s what she would have wanted. This was where she was the happiest and he wanted her to live an eternal happy afterlife.

So, this place had become special to Alex because it was almost like her gravestone. He thought about her often when he hung out at the creek. He felt more powerful, and he always felt her with him.

As Alex reached the river’s creek, he placed Kamala’s still body on the plush green grass. It wouldn’t be long before she woke up and it wouldn’t be long before Bob and Deonna showed up as well.

“Alex!!!” Bob growled from the entrance of the forest; he was right on time.

Alex grinned as his brother approached him; he was just as angry as he knew he would be. His eyes traced around the area until they landed on Kamala; then they widened in shock. His expression grew almost unreadable, and Alex found it nearly comical.

He couldn’t believe another Roessler was having feelings for a dirtball wolf. It was unheard of. Father had always taught them that the dirtballs were off-limits to the Roessler men. Having relations with one would pollute the Roessler name. But then there they both were, having relations with dirtballs. Father had a child with one and claims that she is his mate, and Alex didn’t even know what Bob’s excuse was.

But he knew it was something more than just a casual fling. Bob was known to have fun and enjoy having his way with ladies. But this one felt different; when Alex had her in his possession, he didn’t smell Bob on her. Which meant he hasn’t touched her. And yet, Bob somehow feels some sort of way about her.

It didn’t make any sense.

Who was this woman to him and why did she matter so much?

“Release her to me,” Bob hissed, revealing the sharpness of his teeth.

The way he was speaking made Alex believe that he figured out she wasn’t actually dead. Alex chuckled; Bob wasn’t as dumb as he appeared to be. That studying must have paid off. Perhaps it was Deonna that led him to believe the dirtball was alive.

“What fun would that be?” Alex teased, taking a step closer to him.

“She did nothing to you, Alex,” Bob said; it was true that this particular dirtball did nothing to Alex to deserve any of this. But she somehow held the heart of the two wolves that did do something and therefore he was going to use her however he pleased.

“No… but you did,” he hissed in return.

Bob looked taken back.

“I spared your life,” Bob shouted back.

“You took my life,” Alex argued. “You took everything that was mine!”

“It was never yours, Alex. Father made that clear from the beginning,” Bob nearly spat.

“I had a chance, and you took that from me,” Alex growled.

“You took that from yourself. If you only left things the way they were,” Bob argued.

“Then what? We would have a dirtball as part of the estate? That’s not fair to either of us and you know it!!”

“All I know is that I trust father and I trust his judgment. You could have still had a part of the estate. You could have still been a part of the family. But instead, you decided to go rogue. Now, look at you. Pathetic,” Bob said; his top lip curled up in disgust.

“I’m the pathetic one?” Alex laughed as he glanced down at Kamala. “I’m not the one in love with a dirtball.”

Bob’s face reddened as he stared at Kamala and then back at Alex.

“I’m not in love with her,” Bob tried to lie; but his wolf was giving away too much.

Whenever he looked at Kamala or she was mentioned, his wolf’s silvery aura would illuminate his skin and lighten his features. He didn’t even notice it was happening, but Alex could see it and Alex knew exactly what that meant.

Kamala was his mate.

“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to your wolf,” Alex said, pointing at the clear silver aura coming from his body.

Bob looked down at himself and nearly gasped as he saw the silver aura of his wolf radiating around his body; swirls of silver brightening his features and lifting around him.

“Like I said… pathetic,” Alex laughed.

Bob looked back at him; red in the face and fill with fury.

“I will get you what you want, Alex,” Bob said between gritted teeth. “Just leave her alone.”